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What the fuck was I thinking? I’ll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking the sooner I got that truck fixed, the sooner she’d be in my bed. The sooner I’d get my dick wet. Which meant I was thinking with the wrong fucking head.
Slugger: No, really. It’s fine. I’ll take it in in the morning.
Me: You don’t have to argue about everything, you know?
Slugger: The same could be said for you.
I didn’t respond because I’d long ago decided I didn’t argue with crazy people. And Emily was a whole fucking brand of crazy I didn’t understand. Instead, I took my horny ass to bed after I jacked my dick until it was raw.
I got up the next morning and ran a few errands before putting Emily’s address into my GPS and riding out to her house.
By the time I pulled onto her street, it was already eleven and I was worried maybe she’d already taken it to a mechanic.
The neighborhood she lived in was old but well-kept and out in the middle of the country.
I figured it was safer out here than it was in the middle of the city like where I lived and for some reason that gave me a sense of comfort. I shouldn’t have been comforted by anything to do with this woman.
She wasn’t mine. I was here to fix her truck so she’d get in my fucking bed.
I was too fucked up and too old to be starting a new relationship. I’d had my shot. And it had been great. But I wasn’t foolish enough to believe I’d be given a second shot like the one I’d had before. The word miracle didn’t exist in my vocabulary. Annie’s body six feet below was proof enough of that.
I pulled into the driveway of her small ranch and noticed her truck was still there. I didn’t like how relieved I felt at the sight of it.
What the fuck was I doing here?
I half thought about turning my shit around and getting the hell out of here. What was I thinking offering to come fix her truck? She wasn’t my problem.
I looked around her yard, noting the grass was almost knee-high and needed a good cut, but that wasn’t my problem either.
She was lucky I was here to look at her damn vehicle.
This was more than I’d done for any woman in a long fucking time.
And yet, I still pulled into that driveway and parked my bike behind her truck. Because I couldn’t help myself, damn it.
As soon as I was off the bike, she walked out the front door toward me, all fire and heat.
Her eyes blazed at me across the driveway. “What are you doing here?”
I crossed my arms over my chest because apparently, I was going to battle. “I told you I would come look at your truck.”
She placed her small hands on her trim waist. “And I told you no, thank you.”
I shook my head, thinking of the day in my driveway when she’d lied and said she was there to tell me we’d made a mistake. “Well, baby, we all know you don’t always say what you mean.”
Her cheeks turned pink at my words and I felt a slow smile creep over my face. “Well, I meant it this time. My friend is coming by to look at it soon.”
I dropped my arms and walked toward her truck. “Well, I’m here now, so pop the hood, Slugger.”
Exasperated, she followed behind me, huffing and puffing like I came over here to torture her instead of to help her out.
God, she was a pain in the ass sometimes.
She stood next to the truck while I stood in front of her. This time her arms were crossed, her back straight, her lips pursed, that precious nose turned up at me.
I didn’t care how cute or precious or snobby she was being. “Pop the fucking hood,” I growled.
She swung open the door with more gusto than was probably needed, but then her tiny ass climbed inside the truck, which was also adorable, and popped the hood. I leaned over to take a look. “Try and crank it for me.”
